Tersnia is an economic island "miracle" with numerous advances in technology, medicine, and science. It also has an extremely unusual culture with rigid hierarchies and a focus on sexual submission and dominance.
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KUMIKINANG DISTRICT - Alison
Alison sat quietly in the electric bus, watching Tersnia flow by through the glass. When she felt like everyone wasn't staring at the American tourist, she sneaked glances at the poor girl who was 'sentenced' to ride around on a special seat at the front of the bus, shackled to it, and nearly naked. She did have a sort of thin blouse but below her belly button was a thong. Her legs were spread enough that Alison could see where it lay between her labia.
Because of how she sat--and shifted--it wasn't a great view--but it was far more than Alison would ever have been able to bear showing--and the girl's buttocks--what was visible of them--showed the remnants of a spanking--light bruising and redness.
The girl looked unhappy and bored--but as far as she could tell, was determined to serve her six hour sentence of being displayed for 'chronic lateness to required social functions.' Older women patted her on the head or thigh as they boarded the bus, and she could see some Tersnian teenaged boys eyeing her with obvious enjoyment.
She fought back a blush. What she was going to see--what she would see for the next three weeks--was going to be far, far worse.
Alison Avanister was working on a degree in international sociology with a specialty in Tersnia. It was a rare situation where foreigners were allowed to visit Ternisa on a study visa--doubly rare to visit the island nation to study the specifics of Tersnian punishment.
While Tersnia made no secret of it, they were serious about preventing access from the general Tersnian Internet to the International Internet. Unlike the "great Firewall of China," the Tersnian equivalent networks worked on entirely different protocols. It was a crime to export Tersnian footage that hadn't been approved by the International Ministry (family and vacation pictures? Fine. Pictures of domestic or judicial or work-place discipline? Not allowed).
Getting any international degree dealing with Tersnia was highly valuable--international companies were desperate to do business in Tersnia and information about the Island--expertise--was considered highly valuable.
It was also nearly impossible to get. She'd been told flat out that it was impossible--almost impossible. Thousands of students applied for a variety of educational visas. Almost all were refused. To get a Cultural Experience visa was even rarer. After a long period of working with the Tersnian Embassy and taking a variety of online and on-site tests (medical, psychological, intelligence testing, and so on) she'd been approved for an open-ended on-Island visitors visa to the Tersnian Green Zone.
From there, she had worked with a Cultural Attache. Over the next two months she had gone through a complex approvals process and, despite the odds, had passed.
Now she was here--on the bus, in the Kumikinang District--going to see--to visit--to live at--a Tersnian Punishment Bordello. Kumikinang was an upscale district with high end shopping and housing. Vehicles had to have special electronic licenses to drive on the roads. Workers from outside the district were expected to keep their heads down and could get unpleasant attention from the police.
Tourists could visit but where curtailed as to where they could go--unescorted. Even with her visa, if she went sight-seeing, she could get questioned by the security police... and as a sort of conditional Tersnian national, she could get punished... in the Tersnian fashion.
It was also where the Punishment Brothel was set up. Tersnian courts could sentence criminals to work as a kind of prostitute for a period of time--like eight months--during which, not only did they have to have sex with clients, but it wasn't just sex--it was a disciplinary sentence and it usually involved... spanking... at best.
She wasn't at all familiar with the specifics. So far as she knew, even most Tersnians weren't familiar with the specifics.
The bus coasted to a stop and her Widget chimed--loudly--like it knew she wasn't familiar with the bus-system and it didn't want her to miss her stop. She got up. There it was. Out through the window was an art deco looking building with pale-pink inset arches and an the bold letters
Parusa Kulay Rosas Kape. She blinked, blushing. She wasn't sure--but she thought that translated to Pink Punishment Cafe in English. She made her way to the front of the bus, passing the poor girl on the display seat.
When she got down, she stood in front of the imposing building. It was three stories and despite the ornate front entrance, it looked like a hotel. That was to be expected, she guessed. There were two glass windows in front with pink velvet lining for booths facing the public. They were empty now--but presumably the girls here would be put out on display to the street.
She couldn't imagine!
She was too embarrassed to be seen walking up to the front glass doors so she stood on the street, pretending to study her Widget until the bus began to move again.
The front glass doors opened, and a girl poked her head out.
"Miss Alison?" She sounded surprisingly perky and excited to see the exotic American. Maybe... maybe she works here? Alison looked up and nodded.
"You're in the right place," the girl called out. The walk-way heading to the fancy entrance was about 10 yards, and the girl's voice was loud. "Mistress Atmas is expecting you!!"
Alison felt her face flash-heat. Could the girl keep it down. She dashed up the walkway.
The girl pulled back inside, holding the door. She wore translucent silk-looking pajamas with some kind of odd jewelry--a thin chain belt, like a necklace chain. More chains over her breasts, from her throat and around her shoulders. They were thin and subtle. She was barefoot.
She looked like she could barely contain herself.
"THE AMERICAN GIRL IS HERE!! SHE'S CUTE!"
Alison blinked, startled and stunned. Did she just say!??
"I am Amihan," she said with a slight bow. She took Alison's hand. "Come--come!"
The foyer showed oil paintings of women--nude and fleshy, being marched with shackles on their wrists, with male riders on white horses along the chain. One showed the women working in a field, picking some kind of vegetable, nude and gleaming in the sun.
Amihan pulled her past an arch that led to an ornate bathroom. There was no door, and the toilet, shower, and hot tub were just out there where anyone could see!
Then the front hall opened into a larger, roughly octagonal room done in a fancy red-leather and gold style with a 2nd floor balcony wrapping around it. There were a number of exits, lounging benches and sofas, a wooden stool in the corner with Tersnian and English on, reading BRAT. Alison blushed furiously seeing a presently empty X-rack with leather restraints and a few, currently off TVs mounted on swivel arms.
A group of girls... and one boy... stood awkwardly in a line and an older woman--doubtless the 'madame' stood like a drill sergeant inspecting the troops, her head now turned to look as Amihan led / dragged her in.
"Mistress Atmas!" Amihan said with a curtsey, "The American!" She presented Alison like Alison was a trophy she'd won.
Alison stood, thankfully frozen in place, her cheeks shining with blush, eyes huge.
"Leave her alone, Ami-kan," snapped the matron. "Back in line! Miss Avanister--welcome. It's quite unusual we have a visitor like yourself here--but it has been approved, so please, sit comfortably and after we finish here, I will entertain your questions."
Alison swallowed and nodded. When she didn't move, the woman snapped crisply and pointed to a low ottoman. Apparently she was very, very unused to girls in her establishment not acting immediately on her orders.
Alison hastened over and sat. She wore a back-pack with a couple of changes of clothes in it--and toiletries.
The matron finished her examination of the girls--and the boy! Alison saw he was trim, wearing a headband with cat ears. She could see straight through his clothes and saw a penis-chastity cage locked onto his hairless scrotum and penis!
She blushed furiously. He wasn't the most embarrassingly dressed of them.
